Ye Siming raised his head, and his eyes showed a few impatient spots.
He really doesn't want to talk to them.
But before leaving today, the little guy specifically reminded him.
Can move your mouth but don’t move your money, and can move your money but don’t move your money.
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and showed his unruly expression.
"Because this horse is mine."
As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper and the followers were shocked.
The follower quickly reacted and said angrily: "Lie! You must have eavesdropped on what we said just now?"
"I see you have been standing there for a long time. I know that this foal was picked up by us, so I want to take it for myself."
He pointed at Ye Siming: "Depending on your young age, how can you do such a thing that can take advantage of yourself!"
Ye Siming narrowed his cold eyes slightly, his eyes like a hook: "I think if we sell the foal with unknown future for money in the future, who is the two of us to take advantage of it?"
The follower was stunned by his words.
This young man is a bit difficult!
The follower frowned and said, "You said it was yours, what evidence do you have? If you call it, can't you make it?"
Ye Siming's black eyes were like ink and he sneered.
He looked at the war horse who was still robbing the food in the horse grass.
"Xiao Hei, come here."
Zhanma was having a lot of fun and turned his head to look in Ye Siming.
After only a moment of reflection, he immediately ran towards his master with his four hooves.
It arrived in front of Ye Siming and stopped its steps suddenly, so it raised its front hooves and a long hissing.
The shopkeeper and his followers thought that the boy would be kicked and injured by this sturdy foal.
However, Ye Siming didn't move, and the war horse just raised its hooves and put it down sideways.
Then it lowered its head and rubbed it on its own under Ye Siming's slender palm slightly raised.
This scene surprised the shopkeeper and the followers.
The boy in front of him is really the master of the good horse!
Ye Siming rubbed his horse's temples a little awkwardly: "Go back early, the little guy misses you."
As if he understood, Xiao Hei sniffed.
Ye Siming took off the inferior saddle and reins that bound it.
And they threw it on the ground together.
Then, he turned around and walked forward, and the dark horse followed honestly.
"Wait! You're leaving like that?" the entourage shouted.
He ran forward unwillingly and blocked Ye Siming's way.
"We have raised this horse for a while, and it has also kicked several of our old horses."
"If you just lead me away like that, how can I explain to the master when I go back?"
Ye Siming stared at him coldly, his eyes were cold and he didn't say anything.
The follower was shocked by his cold expression and couldn't help but take a step back.
Suddenly, Ye Siming reached into his sleeve.
The entourage was scared.
Could it be that this young man couldn't say that he still wanted to beat someone with a guy?
Unexpectedly, what Ye Siming took out was a ingot of silver.
"Take the money and shut up."
Ye Siming threw it out casually, and the silver fell steadily into the arms of the follower, and he hurriedly held it with both hands.
The follower watched Ye Siming take the dark horse away, and the boy didn't even look back.
He looked down at a silver in his hand.
It's so generous to take action, it's all forty taels.
Ye Siming led Xiao Hei through the street market.
His long eyes were filled with a faint smile.
It would be great if the little one was here.
He solved the matter as she said.
He could speak and didn't move the money. After giving the money, he didn't take action.
If she is there, will she praise him?
Ye Siming thought, and raised his thin lips, the cold mist in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he smiled a little a little boyish.
At this time, he swept the light of a simple-dressed woman into a pharmacy.
Ye Siming frowned suddenly.
He seemed to have seen this man somewhere in the Xili Palace.